Help! My hunky roommate is begging me to touch his abs!

At night, the two finally arrived at the midway station.

The moonlight shone on the asphalt road, giving it a damp, cool feel.

The cargo boxes inside the carriage were stacked neatly and squarely.

Jin Bao'er sat in the passenger seat, her fingertips unconsciously tracing her name lightly on the fogged-up car window.

As soon as Zhao Yuheng jumped out of the car, his bronze arms showed off their taut, smooth muscle lines, which looked particularly strong against the night.

The cargo owner, a middle-aged man with a protruding belly, approached Zhao Yuheng with a cigarette dangling from his lips, slapped him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Xiao Zhao, your car's just sitting empty anyway, why don't you cramm two more boxes in the back?"

Zhao Yuheng immediately took out a cigarette from his pocket, skillfully pulled one out and handed it over. The lighter clicked, and a small cluster of blue flame shot out.

He hunched his back slightly, a humble yet ingratiating smile plastered on his face, his eyes deliberately curved.

"Uncle, this really won't work. It'll be overweight when we weigh it, and the fine will be hefty."

"Hey, what's the fine?"

The merchant, a cigarette dangling from his lips, waved his hand impatiently, spittle landing on Zhao Yuheng's arm. "Just two boxes, you wouldn't tell. You're such an honest young man, making an extra trip..."

Before he could finish speaking, the men behind him were already carrying boxes toward the carriage.

Zhao Yuheng's face stiffened, and he quickly followed to stop him. He then hurriedly offered a cigarette to the waiter, his smile becoming even more strained, but his tone more urgent:

"Brother, brother, don't move it! It's too much, even a pound over the limit will result in a fine!"

"Tsk, what's the big deal about two boxes?"

The merchant came over and directly instructed his employee: "Load those bags of parts as well, they're empty anyway, I'll give you extra money."

Zhao Yuheng's fist, hanging by his side, clenched quietly, and the veins on the back of his hand throbbed slightly.

But he quickly let go, then shoved the whole pack of cigarettes into the shopkeeper's hand, bending over and speaking almost pleadingly:

"Uncle, this really won't do! This is way over the limit! My truck is already at its maximum capacity; if I load any more, it definitely won't pass the weighbridge!"

"If it's too big to fit, just squeeze it in!"

The shopkeeper lost all patience. "You used to be so lively, why are you so rigid now? It's just..."

The endless nagging and accusations continued, and the worker started stuffing parts into the gaps between the parts.

The car windows had already been rolled down.

Jin Bao'er's eyelids twitched as she watched from inside the car.

Zhao Yuheng was still bowing his head and smiling obsequiously, his bronze face full of humility, sweat dripping down his temples and soaking his collar.

That smooth, patient, and observant demeanor was completely different from the person I remembered.

He could no longer sit still. He pushed open the car door and got out, his voice clear and bright, filled with barely suppressed anger:

"Uncle, you really can't add it."

He walked up to Zhao Yuheng and looked up at him.

The man was more than a head taller than him, and his shoulders were so broad they could cover his entire body.

She looked down at him, her eyes revealing surprise and a hint of panic.

"Being caught for being overweight not only results in a fine, but also vehicle impoundment. The time lost can't be made up for with just a little money."

Jin Bao'er was clear-headed and looked directly at the merchant, without flinching or looking away:

"We're just following the rules, please don't make things difficult for us."

The merchant's smile froze instantly, his expression darkened, and his tone sharpened:

"What do you know, little brat? I'm talking to your driver, get out of the way!"

"He's my brother!"

Jin Bao'er stubbornly refused to budge an inch.

"Rules are rules. You can't just make demands because you're a regular customer!"

"Hey, you little brat..." The merchant's face hardened, and he reached out to push him.

The moment he raised his wrist, Zhao Yuheng blocked it firmly.

He didn't look at the shopkeeper; his gaze was fixed on Jin Bao'er's reddened eyes. His voice was extremely deep, with a hint of pleading in its hoarseness:

"Jin Bao'er, go back."

"I don't!"

Jin Bao'er looked up at him, her eyes already red. "He's clearly bullying you! He keeps adding more and more stuff, why are you putting up with it?"

Seeing this, the merchant became smug, crossed his arms, and sneered:

"Did you hear that? Even you, little brother, can't stand it anymore. You tell me..."

Zhao Yuheng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the muscles on his cheeks taut sharply.

His latissimus dorsi muscles bulged out in a taut arc under his short-sleeved shirt, and he seemed to be in complete control.

He didn't yell at the shopkeeper; he just gritted his teeth and repeated each word slowly and deliberately, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion:

"Jinbao'er, get in the car."

Jin Bao'er refused; tears were already welling up in her eyes. She turned and shouted directly at the merchant:

"If you keep doing this, we're not going to poop today!"

The merchant was completely humiliated. He muttered a few curses and finally waved for his assistant to remove the goods, leaving behind the words "ungrateful wretch," before turning and entering the warehouse.

As the night wind blew, Jin Bao'er, still fuming, turned around and bumped into Zhao Yuheng's gloomy face.

He reached out and pulled Jin Bao'er aside with such force that Jin Bao'er stumbled and his back hit the cold carriage floor.

The man's figure loomed over, reeking of sweat, diesel fuel, and the dust of years of travel.

The muscular chest was almost touching his nose, and the outline of the abdominal muscles was clearly visible on his lower abdomen through the thin fabric, creating an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"Who told you to be so talkative?"

Jin Bao'er's eyes instantly reddened, and her nose suddenly stung with tears.

He reached out to push, but only touched a hard, burning-hot muscle.

"I saw him bullying you!"

"Bully?"

Zhao Yuheng sneered, loosened his grip on his wrist, and the force was so strong that the skin on that spot immediately turned red.

"You call this bullying? I've been a freight driver for so many years, and there have been way more egregious cases than this!"

A tear fell, landing directly on the back of Zhao Yuheng's hand.

It burned him so badly he shuddered.

"My heart aches for you..."

The three words, light as a feather yet heavy as a stone, struck Zhao Yuheng's heart hard.

His body froze instantly, his taut muscles visibly relaxed, his arms hung limply at his sides, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"What's there to feel sorry for?"

His voice was terribly hoarse. He turned his face away, not daring to look Jin Bao'er in the eye. "There's no need."

"Why wouldn't it be necessary?"

Jin Bao'er choked back tears, reaching out to grip his clothes tightly, her fingertips trembling.

"He's clearly pushing his luck, adding case after case of drugs. Why are you putting up with it? You weren't like this before!"

Zhao Yuheng used to be the captain of the basketball team, flamboyant and dazzling, fearless and audacious.

If anyone provokes him, he'll immediately retaliate, never suffering a loss.

Unlike now, I'm exhausted, bowing and scraping to people, being bullied and humiliated, and still have to smile.

Zhao Yuheng's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly, his voice terrifyingly low, as if squeezed out from the deepest part of his throat:

"I'm used to it."

"Habit?"

Jin Bao'er's voice suddenly rose, filled with a desperate question, and her tears fell even more fiercely, almost breaking down.

"Zhao Yuheng, are you even a man? Where did the fearless Zhao Yuheng go?"

The moonlight stretched his shadow very, very long.

Zhao Yuheng's latissimus dorsi muscles taut into a cold, hard arc, and he remained silent for a very long time.

Jin Bao'er thought he would never answer again.

Finally, I heard his voice, broken like sand torn apart by the wind:

"He's dead."

He said.

"The Zhao Yuheng of the past is long dead."

At this moment, Jin Bao'er's tears completely broke down.